Only then did Xiao Qiluo open his mouth obediently and drink the spoonful of medicine.
"It's so bitter." She frowned and looked at Wuyazi pitifully.
"As you please, drink all the medicine. After you grow up, you won't be afraid of the cold." Wuya wiped the medicine juice from the corner of her lips with her sleeve.
"Okay." Then, I took another sip.
Wuyazi personally fed Xiao Qiluo a bowl of medicine, and before he could hear Wuyazi explain what he meant, he fell asleep.
She closed her eyes obediently, and a pair of small and tender hands with eight dimples were half clenched into fists outside the sheet. Her breathing sounded evenly. Her long eyelashes formed a black shadow under her eyelids like two rows of small brushes.
The nearly transparent pink tear mole covered it, like a beautiful porcelain doll lying there, which made people love it, for fear that it would break if it accidentally.
Wu Yazi lifted the quilt, put her two cold little hands into the quilt, covered the quilt, then stood up, leaned against the bed, fell on his legs, and wrapped his hands around his chest, coolly
Standing, looking at the little man lying on the bed.
After a while, she seemed to have had some interesting dream and suddenly smiled. The smile was like the warm sun in winter. Wuyazi's cold heart suddenly moved, and then-
He couldn't help but bent down, bowing his head, his lips touching her tender lips.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he stood up straight, wrapped his hands around his chest, and waited on the edge of her bed.
Xiao Qiluo had no idea what happened to all this.
*
The lips are white and the teeth are as beautiful as jade.
He hugged her quietly, and at this moment, everything around him could not resist her light breathing.
Her lips turned out to be so beautiful.
It seemed that after a century, Emperor Zhu Yao let go of his hand, held her up and stood up, reluctantly withdrew her hand, and said-
"Be careful."
His clear voice sounded above her head, and his hand couldn't help but smooth her messy hair behind her ears. In the movements, he was doting and tender in his eyes.
"I... it's time for me to go back..." Liusu pulled out of him and hurriedly turned around and walked towards Huaqing Palace.
What's wrong with him? Why did he kiss her? He is the King of Lanling, the eldest brother! Although it's just a touch, but-
Liusu raised his hand and stroked his lips, with doubts, contradictions, and deep struggles in his mind.
Emperor Zhu Yao did not chase after him, but stood firmly in the same place, looking at her back until her figure disappeared in the corner and had not left.
Thinking of Qingshi's kiss just now, he had not come to his senses for a long time. This kiss was very firm, but it was impossible not to surprise him.
It seems that only when facing Tassel, his self-control will be in a scene that cannot be controlled by him.
Just a gentle touch, her lips scent couldn't dissipate for a long time, lingering in his breath, and aftertastes endlessly.
Her lips will become addicted.
He knew that he had been deeply poisoned by her.
This poison needs to be cured.
*
Xiaobao looked at Emperor Zhuyao in surprise, forgot to kneel down and forgot to pay his respects.
Oh my God, what happened seemed to be spotless forever. His highness, who was meticulous, had a shoulder-filled ink dyed on his flowing white robe, and his hair was slightly messy.
Compared to Xiaobao's surprise, cold eyebrows seemed calm. She brought her new shirt over, held it in her hands, and handed it to Zhuyao Emperor-
"Your Highness, change your shirt."
“No need.”
Leng Mei raised her head in surprise, looked at Xiaobao, and then looked at Emperor Zhuyao. Did she hear it wrong? His Highness said that there is no need?
"You guys go out."
"yes."
Xiaobao and Lengmei retreated.
"Sister Lengmei, what's wrong with Your Highness? Don't you think it's strange? He sent the princess back, but got dirty. Did something happen to the princess? Also, he didn't want to change it if it was dirty. It seems that he was not willing to change it.
I was reluctant to take off that dirty robe, it was weird, so weird, not like Your Highness at all..."
"We don't need to know your highness very clearly. Just obey him." Lengmei said lightly.
"Oh, you are really, can you be a woman's family be a little flesh and blood..." Xiaobao couldn't help complaining when he saw Leng Mei's expression was indifferent and alienated again. Suddenly, he remembered something again and asked.
He said coldly, "Today we arrived at Yonghe Palace, why didn't you go in?"
"I'm not feeling well." Cold eyebrows said expressionlessly.
"Don't feel comfortable? Why do I feel like you don't want to see that Nalan Ningchu. You knew him before? I found out that when you heard Nalan Ningchu's name that day, your face changed...ah...ah...
…Sister Lengmei, you...why are you?!" Xiaobao was so scared that he widened his eyes, looking at the hand that pinched his throat, she was so fast!
"Stop talking nonsense, messing with me, and inquire less!"
"Cough cough..." Xiaobao nodded suddenly and coughed a little.
Leng Mei then let go of her hand.
"It hurts so much..."
Cold eyebrows flashed with a sharp sword-like look, and Xiaobao immediately closed his mouth.